Tamara Page #4
We're gonna tell him everything.
- What are you doing?
- Kisha?
- You stupid...
Kisha! We're not trying
to hurt anyone, okay?
Come here, I have a plan.
F***!
Get dressed. There's been
a change of plans.
She chewed them.
We need to get her to a hospital.
The bleeding stopped.
We need to find Tamara
before she comes for us.
Chloe, this whole witchcraft
thing is just not possible.
There's no other explanation.
Tamara died. And now look at her.
Patrick, Shawn, and now Kisha.
Roger killed himself.
She's doing something to them.
Okay. Let's go take a look.
So, what do we do?
Knock on the door and say...
''Mr. Riley, we think your daughter's
a zombie witch.
Can we come in?
Great! Let's have tea.''
Yes.
Mr. Riley?
Mr. Riley, it's Bill Natolly,
Tamara's English teacher.
Mr. Riley?
Hello?
Hello?
Mr. Riley?
Hello?
My God.
Sh*t...
It's mine.
Hang on.
Here it is.
Sh*t...
It's a love spell.
It gives you the power
to control people by touch.
It says that...
the blood of the person casting
the spell must be spilled...
for it to work.
We did it.
We spilled her blood.
Her fade is bound
to the one she loves.
''Like a phoenix from the ashes...
let me rise anew to claim
all that should be mine.''
The spell brought her back.
It binds her fate
to the one she loves.
She thought she was meeting you
at the motel.
You're the one she wants.
- She has bound her fate to you.
- She knows l love...
My God. Alison!
F***! The line's dead.
Bill?
We did some renovations.
What the f*** do you guys want?
Sorry, Mrs. Natolly,
but Tamara wants you dead.
Oh, God!
Mrs. Natolly?
Your husband called us.
I'll get a doctor.
- What happened?
- We don't know.
I want you to take her
to examine room 3.
Cross and type her.
I'll be there in a minute.
Let's roll.
Hi. My wife's here.
Alison Natolly.
- She's upstairs. Room 509.
- Thank you.
Family only. You'll have
to wait here or in the cafeteria.
Where is she?
I'm sorry, sir.
You can't go in there.
- I'm her husband.
- I need to see some ID.
Thank you.
Alison!
Baby!
They said that Tamara
wanted me dead.
I killed them both.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
They had this look in their eyes.
A cold, soulless look.
What's happening, Bill?
What's happening?
She's sedated.
She'll be out all night.
Magic?
- I know it sounds crazy, but...
- Can l help you, miss?
- What is it?
- Tamara's here. Come on.
- What are you doing?
- We're finding Mr. Natolly.
Kisha?
Come on, let's go!
- Jesse, Tamara's controlling her.
- I know.
So, we don't want to kill her.
Well, I don't think she feels
the same way about us.
Here. Use this instead.
Alright, go hide. I'll get her.
Kisha, come on.
That's right. Come on.
Come on.
Kisha!
Jesse?
I'm okay.
Oh, God.
Jesse? Jesse?
I'm gonna go
and get you help, okay?
- Stay with me, please.
- No, Jesse! You need a doctor!
Chloe, listen. You... You...
- You gotta stop her, okay?
- No.
No, Jesse. We're gonna
stop her, okay?
We are.
You're a good girl, Chloe.
- Jesse!
- I wish I told you sooner.
Jesse, no!
She's not gonna hurt you.
I promise.
Stay back!
You'll never have him!
He loves me!
Shut up, you barren b*tch!
Do you know the sacrifice
I made to be with you?
- I died for you!
- I'd die for him too.
You can be sure of that.
Say goodbye.
It's over.
Tamara really did die
in that hotel. You're a monster.
Nice try.
Didn't you learn the last time?
You can't kill me.
Sweet Chloe.
l'm making this my business.
You guys really should
give Tamara a break.
This is really wrong,
burying her out here like this.
No...
Tamara! Tamara, stop!
This isn't you. It's the magic.
Try and remember who you were.
You can end this.
Don't let it control you.
God, what have I done?
I've turned into them.
With a touch, I could've
made you mine.
But I didn't want you like that,
like some mindless slave.
No, we can stop this.
There's nothing left.
No! It can't end like this.
I won't let it!
- Tamara, stop!
- Tamara's dead.
No, no! You came back for me.
Unless we're together,
this will never end.
for as long as you live.
I love you.
Then, we'll be together.
Forever.
No!
No...
Their fates were bound together.
He was the only one
who could stop her.
You're going to need stitches,
but you are a very lucky girl.
It wasn't luck that saved us.
Push everybody back.
Hurry up.
l need everybody to move back.
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Tamara" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 22 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/tamara_19369>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In